Nick Drake's Pink Moon: An Appreciation

In the woods in the dead of winter

In a snowbank slowly dying

Pink moon reaches the most intimate levels possible

It is music for one person, the single listener of the album

It delves deep into the corners of your mind that even the bright winter sun cannot reach  

Pink Moon is not just timeless; it is out of time completely. It feels like it has always been here. The soundtrack for lonely jesters then Something conflicted millennials stumble upon now

"I am the parasite of this town"